Kingdom Corona Novels & Stories

Her crown fell to the marble floor with a clear clang, there seems also to be a clanging sound of someone's sword falling to the ground outside the palace gates. The deep red gem on the crown shattered and scattered. Warm blood down the steps on the cold ground, slowly spreading, reminiscent of the shallow creek she used to play in barefoot as a child. This golden hall of Avalon became her grave, swallowing her bones, burying her life. Outside, the sun shone on the snow, melting it bit by bit…

With the request from a noble, naturally, the registration process could speed up. The Razor Kingdom was a place mixed with werewolves and humans. There were a lot of kingdoms like this on this continent. Naturally, since there were werewolves, kingdoms built specifically for vampires and humans to be mixed also existed. Unfortunately, Selena told her that pure kingdoms comprised humans were quite rare, but they existed. The land for those pure human kingdoms were just as small. They were also mostly extremely reclusive, withdrawing themselves from the world. This intrigued Asteria, but she was instantly quite disappointed that Selena said those kinds of kingdoms didn’t receive outsiders.

"Your Highness, they are ready for you." Aiden nodded and walked out of the room, with Richard closely behind him. As usual, he got into the middle car of the convoy, and they began the journey to the Werewolf capital. (•) Sia Five relics; The Crown, The Witches' Circle, The Flame Ring, Crone's Eye, and The Stone Of Tears. Each of the five main kingdoms had one each and they were satisfied with each of them. The Wolves possessed The Crown, The Vampires had The Flame Ring, the Trolls had Crone's Eye, The Witches had The Witches' Circle and the Fay had The Stone Of Tears.

The darkness swallowed me again. Obsidian Crown Citadel The Obsidian Crown Dominion was not a pack. It was a kingdom. A myth made stone.Black glass cliffs rose thousands of feet on all sides, reflecting moonlight like a thousand shattered mirrors. Geothermal springs steamed in the snow, hot enough to melt perfect circles around them, their sulfurous breath curling upward like incense. The citadel itself was carved into the caldera of an ancient, dormant volcano towers of polished obsidian spiraling upward, gold veins running through the walls like lightning frozen in stone. Every surface gleamed diamonds and rare gems set into doorways, chandeliers of black crystal and enchanted blue fire ha

Jokes were often made that, being the first kingdom, the Goddess had not yet perfected her land making craft. The previous kings had maintained a hospitable environment and the kingdoms neutrality in the endless squabbles among the other realms, making the land a melting pot of vampires, wolves and witches all living and working peacefully. But all that was changing. The present King Corpa was taking a different path. Hot headed, arrogant and stubborn he wanted to end the neutrality by aligning with Vampirehaven, despite reapeted warnings from his council. His plan had been interrupted but the attack of Ferrivor. “The witches are behind this!” Corpa declared at an emergency council meeting s

That reaction alone told me everything I needed to know—she knew exactly what that title meant. “You know them,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. It was not a question. Mira lowered herself into the chair near my bed and exhaled slowly, the expression on her face turning grave in a way I had rarely seen. “Everyone in the supernatural world knows them,” she said at last. “The Four Crown Kings are not merely powerful students, Aurelia. They are the strongest beings Noctis Academy has produced in centuries.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “Each one stands at the peak of their generation. Each commands power capable of shifting political balance across kingdoms. Nobles fear off

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

Appreciated was another word with teeth. A cleric cleared his throat. “The kingdom has entered a period of intensified prayer.” Alina’s jaw tightened. So it had begun. “The people gather daily,” the cleric continued. “Fasts have been declared. Processions formed. Offerings given.” He paused, letting the weight of that settle. “And yet,” he added, “the Crown remains dim.” Dim. Not silent. Not dead. Dim. A warning word, chosen carefully. Alina met his gaze. “Prayer without listening does not awaken holy things.”

Seraphine’s hands never smelt of salt. When Prince Corin was born, bells rang before the afterbirth cooled. Three days later, my father signed the decree that stripped me of my right and placed the crown’s promise on a child who could not yet hold up his own head. I watched the ink dry in the candlelight. It looked like blood aging into brown. “Riley,” he said, not meeting my eyes, “this will steady the realm.” I had been steady. I had been ready. I had been first. None of that mattered against a name written beside “male” in the book of law that Seraphine had already opened for him.

“Nothing much. But just in case you are curious, there are plenty of them in my hand. Just set it, and you will have them at your feet instead of you longing for a woman who is no longer within your reach and playing little tricks to have her back.” “What exactly are you trying to do?” I asked again, still not able to get a hold of myself properly, as I really thought she was Emma. For a while, I really thought she was the one. “Corona dignissimis tradatur.” he said, leaning back into his seat as he spreading his arm around the chair with his legs crossed. "Let the crown be given to the most worthy," I translated automatically, and I could not believe what he was thinking. "You want to estab